In the Rivenesco home of the Wyatt family, a handsome young man, Dustin Fox, burst in, carrying a birthday cake. Five stunning sisters rushed to greet him. The eldest, Amara, impeccably dressed in business attire, possessed a striking figure. Bella, the second sister, exuded a chilling elegance and maintained a cool distance. Clara, the third, wore a short skirt and high heels, embodying a seductive temptress. Delia, the fourth, was casually dressed, her softer features nonetheless beautiful. The youngest, Elisa, was lively and charming.

"Happy birthday, Amara!" Dustin beamed, presenting the cake.

Amara glanced at the cake coldly. It was slightly crumbled, and the box bore a bloodstain. Frowning, she slapped the box to the floor, smashing the cake.

"How dare you give me such a cheap, bloodstained cake?" she exclaimed, disgusted.

Dustin discreetly hid his bleeding arm. An hour earlier, he'd faced the martial arts experts of the Four Great Organizations by the river, leaving over a hundred corpses in his wake. In his haste to reach Amara's birthday celebration, he'd only briefly cleaned his injury.

"I'm sorry, Amara. I'll buy you another," Dustin said apologetically.

Amara impatiently dismissed him. "No need. Get lost! The Wyatt family doesn't need useless trash."

Dustin frowned. "What do you mean, Amara?"

Bella scoffed. "Don't you get it? We're kicking you out! You're never to set foot in this house again!"

Dustin's face darkened. "Bella, did I do something wrong?"

Clara sneered, "The only thing you've done wrong is exist! You've contributed nothing since joining the family; you've only wasted our food!"

Dustin's face flushed with anger. He'd just eliminated the Four Great Organizations! "Is that really what you think of me?"

Delia snorted, her face full of disgust. "Look at yourself! We consulted a fortune-teller; the family's misfortunes are all your fault! You're a curse!"

Elisa let out a cold laugh. "When you were hurt, Dad saved you because you resembled our youngest brother, Eli. Now that Eli's been found, you're gone!"

Anger and heartbreak consumed Dustin. He'd risked his life for this family!

"Do you know what I've done? Everyone covets our treasures; I've tirelessly protected you! I've been seriously injured countless times! Without me, you'd all be dead!"

He ripped off his shirt, revealing a body covered in wounds and scars—some still bleeding from tonight's battle. He'd dragged himself home for Amara's birthday, only to be cast out.

He'd secretly trained in martial arts and medicine, established a powerful organization for their protection, and single-handedly rescued the Wyatt Group from financial ruin when Amara took control. He'd orchestrated Bella's successful acting career, secured a renowned mentor for Clara's artistic pursuits, mentored Delia in medicine, transforming her into Rivenesco's leading doctor, and shielded Elisa from numerous mafia threats.

Dustin had given everything for the Wyatt sisters. How dare they treat him so heartlessly?

"You think the family's success is your doing? Ha! I've been pulling the strings! I've done more than you can imagine, and you're telling me to leave?!"

Amara scoffed mockingly. "Stop flattering yourself. Our efforts made the family successful. What did you do?"

Bella sneered. "You're trash! What can you do? I think those injuries are fake!"

Dustin's anger flared. He'd earned every scar protecting them, risking his life, and Bella doubted their authenticity!

Amara, exasperated, shouted, "Enough! Get out before we throw you out! You're nothing more than a dog we raised for ten years. It's time to go!"

Dustin inhaled sharply, rage contorting his face. He'd sacrificed so much, only to be considered a dog! His heart ached.

"Fine, I'll go. Don't regret this."

He turned to leave.

Bella sneered, "He thinks he can scare us? Who does he think he is?"

Amara agreed. "Exactly! Without us, he's nothing!" She then instructed Elisa to follow Dustin and prevent him from taking anything belonging to the Wyatt family.

Outside, Dustin bowed. "Father," he addressed his adoptive father (he had been rescued from human trafficking by the head of the Wyatt family and vowed to protect them), "your daughters don't want me." He sighed, feeling the years of fatigue. He'd given everything, yet he was banished.

"I've done enough. From now on, I live for myself," he said indifferently.

His phone rang.

"Speak," Dustin answered.

"Sir, I've investigated those against the Wyatt family. Should I eliminate them?"

"No need," Dustin's tone was icy. "Stop the investigation."

"Sir," came the reply.

"I am no longer a Wyatt. I am Dustin Fox, leader of Hell Hall, the King of Hades!" He'd founded Hell Hall for the Wyatt family, and it had become a dominant underworld force. He wondered how they'd react to losing the leader of the world's most powerful organization.